AH!  Corra,

Your approach is fearless,

your dark eyes intense,

all knowing,

you show your confidence,

even arrogance.

Receiving my gift

you bury it

with dexterity,

leaving me perplexed.

Friendship is all I ask,

you look intrested

but complete your task

before coming closer,

asking for more.

What comes next

a peanut? you ask,

you strut towards me

shuffling you feathers

in the manner of your kind,

you survey me closly

commiting my face to your mind.

You bow twice,

and rattle your throat,

a communication of sorts,

perhapse a crow warning,

a curse or a spat,

at least we are talking

I'll settle for that. 

 

 

Corra is not an urban crow but a wild counrty crow - wise in the ways of guns and bird scarers. She is clever and knows that , as long as I am offering her tasty morsels, no other bird will come close so she has best pickings Her mate is a bully and steals her food as do marauding seagulls, so we have an arangment, I can see her beauty from close quarters and she has my protection.